Real Ones

Pain in my chest, chrome in my hand This ain't just rap, it's the code I bleed

I been grindin' through the fire, homie Burnin' in the sun with the chrome in my fuckin' lap

Rag hangin' out the right side pocket Still ridin' where the real ones lock it

And we sock it out

Treetop looters parked through town M street, west side, you know the fuckin' map

Seen too many soldiers in a box White chalk outlines, can't bring em back

Fuck, from the curb to the pen, from the pen to the turf

I done felt that weight since birth

Seen a young boy stabbed on the yard floor Said he didn't even know

This life ain't a movie, ain't no fuckin' credits Ain't a verse that can tell how deep it go

You either ride for the homies or you lay face down On the yard with a tag on your toes

From the west where the sun set bloody Night turn cold and the smoke don't fuckin' fade

Put my scars in the bars, put my pain in the beat Every track is a war I wage

From Yaktown block to the L.A. streets I done stood on stage

You're a fist bump, mean truss Or a bus to the dome, you don't want that, homie

West coast, riding with the tears in my eyes Steel in my palms, see the fear in they eyes

Fast life, no sleep, feel the pain when I speak This the code of the bloods, this the way that we bleed

West coast, riding with the tears in my eyes Steel in my palms, see the fear in they eyes

Fast life, no sleep, feel the pain when I speak This the code of the bloods, this the way that we bleed

I've been praying for my fucking lost ones Hoping that the gates gon' open wide

But the streets don't care about prayers They only listen when the heat collide

Seen a mother lose her son Cause a drunk one let shells fly

Same night I'm sitting in the cell Staring at this file, he about to die

Cause I'm hearing still a little high Life cut short like a blunt has smoke

Choke in the clouds we breathe Every homie that I lost, every scar that I got

Every night I ain't getting no sleep I've been running from the feds, from the pain, from the dirt

But the blood still stay on my jeans I was born in a hole, it stitched in my seams

I was born with the red light beams Ain't asked for tasks on my own shit

But since day one I've always been the same And the west gon' ride for me

From the pin gate swinging to the back street deals You can feel that shit OG

Every verse is a letter to the dead Every beat is a eulogy to my enemies

Every night I'm at war with my mind But I'm still outside with a motherfucking felons beat

West coast riding with the tears in my eyes Steel in my palms, see the fear in they eyes

Fast life, no sleep, feel the pain when I speak This the code of the bloods, this the way that we bleed

West coast riding with the tears in my eyes Steel in my palms, see the fear in they eyes

Fast life, no sleep, feel the pain when I speak This the code of the bloods, this the way that we bleed

Ain't no peace where I'm from Just the sound of the sirens and the weight of the gun

But I'm still standing, still breathing Still spitting for the ones that's gone

Yanktown to Boston, Piru love forever But West, don't change bitch Contagious I'm out blood

Kontagious